One Thousand Five Hundred and Forty-Eight: Failing Nieliang, Attacking Yang Tao, and Pointing the Sword to the World (86)

[Your bento]: Damn it! This person is really bad, if the anchor agrees to kill him, how will the kind and beautiful person deal with himself in the future?

[The same girl]: Ah, although it is said that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, and Wei Ying is the loser, he should be killed immediately, but it can't be this way, right? It doesn't matter who dies, but it can't be the anchor, she spent ten years cooking a frog, easy!

[Mo Xingyou]: If the anchor really kills Wei Ying with his own hands, even if Wei Ying is begging for death, there will be a thorn in the heart of the kind beauty in the future, right? Wei Ying's heart is really broken. Did he do it unintentionally or on purpose? He did this to force his own brother to death!

[Meow Meow Meow]: This is definitely the most ruthless method I have ever seen in my life.

A salted fish is a salted fish, so it didn't take long for the conversation to be serious, and the topic suddenly changed.

[Fenghuahuamanlou]: Except for those white-headed lotus flowers in love who love first, who would not care if their lover has their own blood feud in their hands? In the online abuse text, the male protagonist kills all the female protagonists and the whole family can achieve a HE ending, but this is not reality after all——

The salted fish watched anxiously, each worried about Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci.

They have followed the live broadcast for so many years, so they naturally know that the tempers of these two are all because they have no tolerance for sand in their eyes.

Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ying with murderous intent in her eyes, her left hand rested on the handle of the Zhanshen Saber at her waist, and her knuckles exerted a little force.

There were waves in her heart, but her face was as calm as before. She asked Wei Ying, "Why did you make such a request?"

Wei Wei said, "It would be an honor to die by an ordinary executioner than by Lord Lan Ting."

Jiang Pengji sneered, "Just for this reason?"

Wei Ying asked him calmly, "Otherwise? What does Lord Lan Ting think is the reason?"

The atmosphere in the tent was extremely frozen, filled with embarrassment and suffocation, Qi Guanrang and the others couldn't help but glance at the pale-faced Wei Ci from the corner of their eyes, feeling a little worried. My lord and Wei Ci hooked up to commit adultery, which was a tacit understanding among many confidants. If Wei Xi really died at the hands of the lord, Wei Ci's side... can understand it intellectually, but I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable emotionally.

Jiang Pengji didn't answer, and Wei Ci, who was kneeling upright, clenched his clothes tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"I've heard that Mr. Lanting is highly skilled in martial arts. He can be regarded as the world's most powerful fighter. He has killed countless souls with a long sword in his hand." Wei Ying said, "Killing people is nothing more than nodding. How can Mr. Lanting be stingy when it comes to knives? Or, I'm so humble that I don't deserve to dirty your hands?"

The salted fish watched anxiously, wishing they could climb into the screen and help Jiang Pengji kill Wei Ying.

It's all about death anyway, so what difference does it make in whose hands?

Lord Yan doesn't care about this, could it be said that the one who died at the hands of the executioner is inferior, but the one who died at the hands of Jiang Pengji is superior?

Saying that Wei Ying wasn't deliberately finding fault, I'm afraid five million salted fish wouldn't believe it.

The atmosphere became stiff, and everyone in the tent had the illusion that seconds were like years, until Wei Ci let out a cry of pain.

With a pale complexion, he confessed to Jiang Pengji, the latter softened his heart when he saw the dark circles and bags under his eyes.

"Zixiao has worked hard to plan this battle, let's go down and rest."

Jiang Pengji's voice was very calm, Wei Ci's lips were bloodless, and he was still shaking a little when he got up. Those who didn't know really thought that he had been cultivating immortality for too long and couldn't bear it. A young general raised his hand to help him, and found that Wei Ci's arm was shaking uncontrollably.

"My lord, I'm afraid the military commander is very tired. The last general will take him back to the camp to rest?"

Wei Ci's complexion was extremely pale, his feet were weak, and he might fall to the ground at any time.

If no one takes him back, I'm afraid that he will stumble halfway and make a mistake.

Jiang Pengji held the handle of the knife with her left hand, but looked at Wei Ying indifferently with her eyes, and the other party looked at her without any fear.

"Go ahead, remember to call a military doctor with good medical skills to show it to the military division, maybe it's because I accidentally caught the wind and cold, and I don't know."

When the enthusiastic young general took Wei Ci away from the tent, Wei Ci's guess was confirmed.

There was a faint bitterness in the mouth.

What is this all about!

How much hatred does this prince in front of him have with his brothers, so that he must be killed for the rest of his life?

With a bang, Jiang Pengji pulled out the Zhanshen Dao, the blade touched Wei Ping's neck, and said in a cold voice, "I'm gone, do you have any last words?"

Wei Wei gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you want to destroy him?"

He felt sorry for this younger brother the most. He thought that the other party had found a wise master worthy of entrustment, but in the end it turned out to be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?

No wonder Anli Weici went on blind dates several times to marry wives and even adoptive heirs, he should not have done so.

Never thought the truth would be this!

Is this woman in front of her trying to completely destroy Wei Ci?

If Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci were able to get married, they would have done it long ago. If there is no movement until now, it is likely that Wei Ci has been invisible for the rest of his life.

Regardless of whether Wei Ci serves the emperor with sex or the two fall in love with each other, public opinion will always be more harsh on the weaker side. To give an inappropriate example, that Lord Longyang is very capable, but when people think of him, later generations will say that he is a male favorite who waits on others, and all the credit for his talents and learning is left behind.

It can be concealed now, but if it is revealed in the future, Wei Ci will be nailed to the pillar of history and pointed at for thousands of years!

In addition, is it so easy to be the pillow of a female prince?

How many interest disputes are involved in it?

Wei Ci is going to be roasted on the fire, and he may be plotted to death at any moment.

Jiang Pengji said indifferently, "From the beginning to the end, I didn't want to ruin him, but I saw that you wanted to kill him."

Those in the know can hear it clearly, but those who don't know can hear it in a cloud of fog and don't understand it.

Wei Ling's right hand grabbed the blade of Zhanshen Dao, and the sharp blade cut his palm with a long bloody gash.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, and he showed a sinister smile while his chest heaved rapidly.

"You can learn from those male emperors and set up three palaces and six courtyards, three wives and nine concubines, twenty-seventh wives, eighty-one royal wives..." Wei Wei said hoarsely, "Landing Lord can be regarded as sitting on the world now. People, as long as you want, what is there that you can't get?"

Why can't Wei Ci be let go?

Even if Wei Xing didn't say it, Jiang Pengji still understood what he meant.

"What a high-sounding reason."

Jiang Pengji sneered, "It's the first time I've seen someone express their selfishness so touchingly."

Wei Xing is indeed doing it for his younger brother's benefit, but he also has the intention of being against Jiang Pengji. Perhaps in his opinion, this is "the best of both worlds"?

No matter what, Wei Ci was sent into the sinkhole by him.

Jiang Pengji has never been stingy about using the most evil thoughts to speculate on others, and Wei Ying is really the person she has ever seen that she wants to kill the most.

Anyway, Wei Ci wasn't here, and Jiang Pengji didn't bother to have a nice attitude towards Wei Ying, so she spoke meanly.

"If you want to die as soon as possible, you can't even drink Mengpo soup to keep up with the heat!"

With a grinning grin, Wei Ying bumped into the Zhanshen Dao in Jiang Pengji's hand and cut his throat with it.

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